> Double Wide Apple Pie > by Steel Quill > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Double Wide Apple Pie > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the years that came to pass following the arrival of Twilight’s reign as Princess and the end of the evil pursuits of beings like Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow, there was a large deal of peace to go around to all corners of Equestria. The different races were brought under the banner of harmony and friendship, from Griffonstone to Yakyakistan and even the Dragon Lands far away. An age of prosperity and goodwill was ushered in, and many would take this as a sign of pleasant lives and pursuits of creativity and whimsical fun. Some would be correct, if one considers the never-ending party schedule of one Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich. For the likes of Thunderlane, the fun was far away from his present condition as a heap of pony beneath a mixed pile of hay and wooden planks. You could question Thunderlane about how this happened, as it certainly wasn’t his go-to state for being under a pile. If he wanted that, the pile would preferably be female, soft, and affectionate instead of smelling of dust, wood, and what he hoped was other things he didn’t land in. The athletic pegasus finally got himself out from beneath the pile of materials and considered himself lucky he wasn’t injured. One minute, you’re flying on your way home from visiting your kid brother at his new job in the weather factory, the next, said weather factory lets loose an untamed gust of wind that blows you clear over Ponyville. Thunderlane took a look around the immediate area he was in, greeted with the sights of a basic storage barn. Several hay bales were stacked near some of the support beams, while in the corner, a few pieces of farming equipment lay waiting for use. The larger looking tractor machine had some rust to it, but that seemed to just be a mark of age and not wear and tear. The wooden floor creaked as he stepped towards the large barn door, intending to try and see just where he’d fallen. The door itself slid to the side, catching him by surprise. When there was no person at his eye level to stare him down, he realized the cause was actually a shorter pony. He looked down and saw a familiar red-head peering up at him, a concerned frown etched on her face. “Applebloom! Good morning to ya,” Thunderlane greeted, “so I wound up in Sweet Apple Acres, huh?” “Ya’ll wound up in it alright, right onto and through the barn!” Applebloom replied. “You’re lucky you ain’t hurt. How do you pegasi keep on doin’ this?” “It’s not a habit-hey!” Thunderlane started before being moved aside as Applebloom pushed by him to inspect the damage. She was always a shorter pony than Thunderlane, and even after some time growing up, he still towered over her. The youngest of the main Apple line, Applebloom was the main caretaker of the farm when Applejack was away, along with Big Mac. The eldest brother was busier these days with raising his family with Sugar Belle, but he still came round sometimes. The years had changed some things for Applebloom as well. The old school ponytail she typically would have had given way to a twin-tail style that felt more distinctive for her. The overalls and colored t-shirts had given way to more relaxed, breathable clothing, namely a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. The occasional flannel shirt would be wrapped around her midriff, only used on windy or colder days. Hands on her hips, she turned and looked right at Thunderlane, the usually admittedly cute features scrunched into a pout. “Ya’ll know how many times I’ve had to patch up the ceiling with replacement boards? Just two weeks ago, I had Mac chewing me out because ponies keep on wrecking it. Can’t ya’ll use those wings to fly elsewhere than right into the barn?” Thunderlane snorted. “Look, if I had a say in the matter, I wouldn’t have crashed into it. I’m not a stunt devil. You kinda run into trouble flying when the winds get crazy like they were.” Applebloom sighed and ran a hand through her red mane, jostling one of the pink bows that adorned it. “Gettin’ plum ridiculous. At this rate, I ain’t gonna have any insurance I can pay fer the property. AJ only set it up for the main house, which I get, but come on!” Thunderlane rubbed the back of his head, observing the earth pony’s frustration with a mild feeling of shame. Were he a better flyer, he probably could have avoided causing the mess. Of course, that’s part of why he’s only a reserve member of the Bolts now and not a part of the stunt team. He had the speed, but the control was harder in the rough elements they tended to go through. “Well...uh. I’ll see if I can go into town and get somepony to help. I’m sure there’s a good amount of construction ponies who can make it more sturdy, and I really was on my way home, so…” Thunderlane trailed off as he started to step back. He made it about two steps before the young mare had snatched onto his wrist and kept him from escaping. “Hey!” “Whatever made you crash here, you’re still the one who done did it!” Applebloom declared. “Now look. I ain’t mad at you. But are you really just gonna flake off and leave a mare to fix the mess you made? Ya’ll got a bit more grit to you than that, right?” “Applebloom, it’s not even that big a hole, you could just-” “Ain’t you Wonderbolts supposed to be the kinda stallions who take up for us ground-bound folks?” “We do, just for like, you know, bigger issues than roof repair-” “Thunderlane, ya’ll don’t want me to get nasty now, do ya?” The stallion raised an eyebrow at the smaller mare. Well, smaller being a less fixed term this close up. Height wise? She was definitely smaller, her head coming up really just to his midriff. But with a closer look like he had now, the lack of height only brought emphasis to the rest of her. The short sleeve t-shirt didn’t do much to hide the swells of her chest, in fact almost framing the globes with a semi-tight grip before the cloth ended just above her middle. The peek of yellow colored fur and cleavage shaking as she moved closer made him jostle his eyes back up to her face. “I’ll get my sister out here.” Thunderlane’s blood went cold then, his eyes widening at the suggestion. “Ok ok, whoa! Let’s just...hey! Let’s take it easy. No need to bring out the big guns.” “One word to her, and you can bet your hide you’d be out here doing a lot more work than the little patch job you got sitting here. I’m just asking for help fixing the roof. She’d have you fixin’ the fence, changing the pig slop, mulchin’ the fields…” Thunderlane winced. The labors of Applejack were a thing of legend almost amongst the Ponyville populace. Volunteer workers would go in expecting to handle some simple outdoor work, only to come back to town an exhausted and dirty pony. “And that ain’t even mentionin’ AJ blabbing to Dash about a Wonderbolt causin’ damage on her home farm.” “Alright alright!” Thunderlane hissed, looking around as if the mere mention of AJ and Dash might conjure them to their location. “Look, I promise, I’ll fix it. I’ll come back tomorrow in the morning and I’ll do it. Just, none of that please. This can stay between you and me.” “I thought you’d see it my way.” Applebloom grinned in victory, the toothy smile easing his tension a little. “I’ll have the wood and nails for ya when you come by. You just make sure you got them flappers ready to keep you up there. No gusting off somewhere else suddenly, you hear?” “I hear you, Applebloom.” “Sounds like we got a deal then. Now, go home. And try not to fly into anypony else’s roofs while you do, alright?” Thunderlane sighed but nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” The next day, with the sun high in the sky and the clock close to ticking in noon, Thunderlane returned to Sweet Apple Acres with a determined mindset. In retrospect, once he’d gotten home and let himself think without being stared down - or was it stared up? - by Applebloom that she was right, in a way. Regardless of how it happened, it was Thunderlane who’d broken through the roof of the barn. A good stallion should do the right thing and clean up the mess he’s involved in, clumsy weather team or not. The underlying reasoning that keeping in Applejack and Rainbow Dash’s good graces was better for his future may also have been good reasoning. Landing at the front of the barn, the stallion hefted the door open and looked inside. The hole in the room was still present, clear as day with a couple of birds even darting in and out of said hole. With it being a sunny day, the bright rays of light shining through cast a warm glow into the barn’s confines. He hadn’t paid much heed yesterday, but in this lighting, the barn itself seemed more vivid and alive. The dull brown of the wood and the red paint brightened enough to stand out. What stood out more in the highlight of the unintentional sunroof lighting was Applebloom herself, bent over a pile of lumber. She must’ve just got done fetching it for him, setting about sorting the different pieces for use, and was bent over said piles on her knees. From this new viewing angle, Thunderlane realized that the apple trait of strong legs was emphasized in Applebloom’s shorter build. Applejack herself might’ve been a beauty in her own regard, but the way Applebloom’s thick rear end stood out boggled the stallion’s mind. Each cheek seemed to fit just enough into the material of her jeans, as if one excessive stretch might tear it asunder. Her tail swayed lazily behind her, a red sweep of color that only further drew attention to her bountiful rump. If he wasn't so enamored, he'd have laughed at how the sunlight shining down on the mare's rump was like a divine highlight from Celestia herself. Before he could stare anymore, Applebloom’s head turned, red twin-tails swinging with her as she saw Thunderlane standing there. “There ya are! Good timin’. Another hour or two and I was gonna send Scoots in town to find ya!” Snapping out of his wandering mind and the width of Applebloom’s rump, Thunderlane nodded. “Well, I didn’t want to go back on my word. I said I’d do it, so here I am.” “Good.” Applebloom stood up, clapping her hands together before brushing them off on the back of her jeans, making his eyes dart down briefly to see her rear jiggle from the impact before he held her gaze. “Now I know it’s not the same as mending a cloud house, since it’s made of wood and all. But this ain’t too much of a fuss to do. It don’t have to be the best mending job, just well enough to keep the rain out from getting in here. You can’t store much in a barn that’s got bad leaks.” “Right. I’ll get to it then. Did you have other things you need to do while I’m out here?” He asked. “Nah. I took care of some things yesterday so I’d be free today. I figure I can at least be kinda hospitable while you work on the roof and keep you company.” She explained, grinning at him. “Least I can do since ya’ll are willin’ to be so generous.” “Generous.” Thunderlane scoffed before smiling at Applebloom. “You’re a piece of something, Applebloom. Seems like just the other day I was listening to Rumble tell me about your adventures.” He stepped forward and plucked up the hammer and a small cup with nails inside it, moving the hammer into his pocket while the nails he held in one hand. The other plucked up a plank of wood before he lifted off the ground and flew through the hole to stand outside on the undamaged part of the roof. “We sure did get up to some antics. Did Rumble tell you about the time we pranked a teacher trying to be too hip? See, he just kept on making these ‘Ferret Mueller’ references and just-” As Thunderlane listened to Applebloom talk, he got into the rhythm of hammering and fixing up the hole on the roof. From his vantage, he could look down at Applebloom with ease, watching the buxom mare lounge on one of the nearby hay bales. She had one leg crossed over the other, putting her powerful limbs on display while she continued talking about her shenanigans. The Apple kicking genes were clearly strong in the youngest Apple, if her appearance was any indicator. But Thunderlane couldn’t help but appreciate how big she was in that department, making him almost miss a nail as she shifted legs in a languid motion. Getting his focus back on the job after nearly hammering his finger twice, he managed to get the first couple of boards down no problem. From the outside, the patch job stood out compared to the rest of the painted wood, but he imagined an easy brush of paint would fix that problem. He made sure to listen to Applebloom’s suggestions of keeping the wood pressed tight up against each plank and working to keep the entire hole covered from one end to the other. A chance look down the line of the roof made Thunderlane pause as he saw other similarly done patch jobs dot the roof. A couple of them were looking flimsier than what he was working with. “Hey, bloom?” He called down to her. “Yeah? What, did you run out of nails?” She called back. “No, not yet. But I’m seeing you got other bad patches up here. Looks like I’m not the first pony to bump into this barn.” “Too right!” Applebloom scoffed, “Seems like everypony who can fly has ran into this old feller once or twice. Rainbow Dash was the worst of them, seems like she did it every other week with all her stunt practicing.” “Sounds about right. She was nicknamed ‘Crash’ after all, if I remember right.” Thunderlane joked, making Applebloom snicker. “Oh, she did more than crash the barn when AJ was around.” Applebloom said. “She crashed the bedroom too, the living room, even the garden out back.” “I’m surprised you didn’t charge her anything.” Thunderlane said as he brought up the hammer to swing down. “Kinda hard to talk about money bills with Rainbow’s muzzle shoved between Applejack’s legs.” Thunderlane wasn’t sure what caught him off guard more: the open frankness of talking about AJ and Dash’s supposed hidden affection, or just how relaxed Applebloom was about it. Either way, it was enough to make him lose his hammer, swinging down into open air and letting it fall to the barn floor since it didn’t hit any wood he’d been aiming for. “W-what?” “Yep!” Applebloom chirped. “Those two were always after one another. Everypony could see it clear as day, as easy as me looking up at you right now.” “Well, I mean. Yeah. Just...was it really that often?” He questioned. “I guarantee you that any time Dash came crashing in, AJ was always the first to leap in after her. Seems she wanted Dash’s holes as bad as Dash wanted to make ‘em.” She snickered. “Caught ‘em a few times myself, growing up. They were pretty bad at keeping the noise down. Not my kind of thing, especially since it’s my sister involved.” “Fair enough.” “I’m more in favor of a stallion for my company. Been awhile since the last fella caught my eye. Said somethin’ about needing new hips by the time I was done with him.” Thunderlane let his mind imagine the poor stallion pinned beneath the thick curves that Applebloom’s small stature boasted. He wasn’t sure what caught his attention more: the humor of the fella limping away, or that he liked Applebloom in that naughty light. Maybe it was just the excessive heat beating at his back, maybe it was the dry spell he was going through lately himself, but Applebloom was looking more and more intriguing by the moment. It was different for the stallion. He wasn’t inexperienced with the fairer sex, as he’d enjoyed the company of many a variety before. But never a mare quite like Applebloom. “Ya’ll ain’t hammerin’ anything?” Applebloom called up to him. Thunderlane quipped back. “I dropped my hammer down there. I got distracted by your storytelling.” “Heh. Course you were.” She replied before getting up. “Where’d you drop it?” She asked as she looked around. “I think it went into the hay bales. I didn’t hear it hit the wood floor.” Applebloom turned and then looked over her shoulder, sizing up the distance from the ceiling to the hay bales. “Should be right over here somewhere…” she reasoned out before kneeling down and digging into the hay. It was about where Thunderlane predicted it had landed, and he stood up to stretch his wings and arms while she looked for it. The heat was still strong out, enough that Thunderlane reasoned he could shrug off the simple sleeveless t-shirt he’d worn over and go without it for now. He threw it off to the side and sighed as the sun warmed his fur. “Hey, Thunder! Get down here a sec.” The stallion squeezed through the hole still open in the roof, his patch work only halfway done. The wood brushed against his well-built shoulders and chest as he slipped by, flapping with his wings to land near where Applebloom’s legs were now sticking out. “Pull me up, would ya? Darn hammer fell all the way to the bottom before I could get it. And I don’t aim to rebuild a whole dang hay bale.” Taking the invitation for what it was, Thunderlane took hold of one of Bloom’s legs with both arms and hoisted her up and out. He pulled with enough gusto that it made the smaller mare yelp in surprise as she came out, still upside down and looking up at the stallion now holding her up close. His grip on her shapely leg and thigh tightened a little as a flicker of emotion crossed Applebloom’s eyes. “I gotcha.” Thunderlane reassured her before setting her down on the hay pile properly so she wouldn’t topple over. If she appreciated his gentleness, she could only show it in the way she blinked up at him. Hands on his hips, Thunderlane cocked an eyebrow back at her. “What? Can’t a guy be shirtless in the heat?” “Sure. Just forgot you Wonderbolt stallions are built different. I thought it was all in the wings, not your arms too.” “Every bit of me is built tough, Applebloom. Head to toe, tail to wings.” Thunderlane gave a small flex of his arm and grinned as the muscle bulged a little, getting Applebloom to look before he relaxed and snatched up the forgotten hammer. “You stay down here, and I’ll try to not drop the hammer anymore. Unless you got more stories.” “I’ll let you know.” Applebloom said, watching him as he went back outside and up onto the roof. From there, the rest of the day passed fairly quickly. Applebloom had him help bring over another stack of planks when he finished the hole he’d been working on and moved on to the others. The heat of the day bore down on him and had him sweating, but it was a laborious sweat that felt good in a way. Working with his hands felt more purposeful and grounded than some of the other odd jobs he’d done before. Maybe there was something to all that talk of earth ponies enjoying the chores they do. Applebloom stayed around the whole time, only stepping away for a bathroom visit or to get them both some water. She did have more stories, but made sure he could hear her by either going outside the barn or talking when he took a water break. He didn’t miss the way her eyes were watching how his sweat rolled down his neck and chest, or the heat of her stare when he easily lugged the lumber up to the roof for him to work on. Enticing the mare was a bit of a playful game, he realized, but he liked it. And if he had to guess, she was liking it as well. By the time he got done finally, the afternoon sun was still giving off plenty of heat for his liking, but thanks to having dark colored fur, he wasn’t too worried about sunburns and the like. If anything, he never seemed to have much trouble tanning. An empty cup devoid of nails and a hammer in his pocket, Thunderlane took one slow fly over of the roof. He wasn’t a carpenter by any means, but he did the job well enough for what it needed. Flying back down to the barn entryway, he found Applebloom waiting for him by one of the wood support pillars. The mare was barehooved, and had her arms resting behind her back as she watched him approach. If anything, her pose seemed to push out her sizable cleavage moreso, the thin shirt she was wearing kept her only somewhat decent. He spared it a glance before keeping his gaze on her mischievous expression. “Well, we’re all done now, Applebloom. The hole I made is fixed, and I even patched up some of the others too.” He told her. “You sure did a lotta hammerin’ up there.” She remarked, getting off the pillar to approach him. He peered down at her, folding his arms over his bare chest while she grinned up at him. “Seems you have a mighty good talent for it.” “Well, it’s not my cutie mark, but any stallion worth his mettle has to know his way around good hard work.” He replied. The stallion didn’t miss the way Applebloom’s eyes lit up or how she was quick to lick her lips with a dart of her tongue. “Mind you, that was a lot more work than I’d signed up for originally.” “Well now, is that so?” Applebloom remarked, taking a step closer. “I suppose you might be wanting your fair due.” Thunderlane simply nodded. Applebloom moved even closer, enough that she could nuzzle right into his firm muscle-lined belly if she wanted to. One of her hands came up and lightly placed itself on his middle, the sensation making his skin tingle in a delightful fashion. “Well, I’m a bit short on bits...maybe we can work out another deal?” “I think there might be a couple more holes to fill up.” The barn door was still a smidge left open, the idea of privacy better assured by being inside the barn than anywhere else. With the holes in the roof patched up, the only light coming in now was through the small windows that lined the walls of the barn, casting small beacons of golden yellow light to those inside. The two ponies within, however, were far more occupied with what was going on between them than any outside onlookers. Going off the sounds being made inside, it sure sounded like it too. “GlrkGlrkGlrkGlrkGlrk” The sound emanated from between Thunderlane’s legs, the stallion situated on top of a hay bale with said legs spread enough to accommodate the presence of Applebloom between them. The mare had a mouthful and then some of his cock being worked in and out of her mouth and throat, guided by his two hands that had woven around her twin-tails and were using them to guide her up and down motions. The mass of red hair was a mess from the rough motions, but she did nothing to stop them in the slightest. From the moans that occasionally made it out of her throat, in fact, she was relishing it. “Fuck me, I should’ve crashed here ages ago.” Thunderlane commented as he pushed Applebloom down to where two-thirds of his cock vanished into her throat. She sucked and slurped around his length as she bobbed her head, saliva keeping him well lubricated as he pulled back and let her get her breath. Without her mouth to slide it into, his thick, jet black cock was left to bob against her cheek. Thunderlane boasted a well-endowed member, large enough in length to suit any mare’s tastes but also with the girth to make them come back for more. The contrast between his dark cock and Applebloom’s flushed features only highlighted him better as it throbbed against her cheek. “No wonder ya’ll crashed, carryin’ this thing must throw off yer flying real bad.” Applebloom panted out before nuzzling against it. Tender flicks of her tongue and kisses dotted the wet surface of his member, making him curl his toes in delight as she used one hand to fondle his hefty, smooth balls below. Her other hand was busy tucked into her shorts, working at her own entrance with a similar gusto. “Well, you’re the one that’s gonna take care of it.” Thunderlane said before moving a hand to the back of her head, pushing her down into his groin. The shift made his balls come to rest over top of her muzzle, her nose planted right between the pair and making her shiver as she inhaled a breath full of the sweaty musk he carried. He didn’t relent in holding her there, finding satisfaction in the lustful mare’s quick breaths as her hand worked faster in her shorts. Snorting, the stallion let go to let her have some fresh oxygen, smirking at the dazed expression on Applebloom’s face. “I’ll do more than just take care of it. Gotta drain these puppies dry.” Applebloom declared before taking hold of his cock with both hands to point it at her open maw again. Her hands had just enough size to wrap around him, though it took both to complete the feat. Without wasting any more time, she engulfed his tip in her mouth once more, earning a groan of appreciation from the stallion as he savored her efforts. Her swirling tongue worked to wash every bit of his sensitive cock in her saliva, keeping it freshly wet before she popped off of it, stroking at the base while looking up at him. “C’mon, sugarcube. Don’t tell me I gotta do all the work?” Thunderlane snorted through his nose and took hold of her twin-tails again, the makeshift handles keeping her head in place as he stood up and angled her head to align with his cock. “Well, if you insist, you little slut.” Applebloom wasn’t given room to dismiss the label as his cock was quick to slide into her muzzle and down her throat again. Her eyes rolled back as his taste washed over her tongue, a muffled moan emanating from her filled throat as he worked her further and further down his cock. Instinct had him wanting to make her take it to the hilt, but the small mare might get hurt if he tried it. Or at least, that was his thinking until he felt her push forward when he paused just above the base of his length, winding up with her plush lips wrapped around his base and her face flush against his groin. “Fuck!” He growled out before tightening his grip on her hair. “So it’s like that then, huh?” Using his grip on her while fixing his stance to be more firm, Thunderlane soon had her head rocking back and forth in a steady but demanding pace, clearing several inches of his member in each pass and leaving a trail of her saliva on it, only to shove her back down with enough force to make his balls bounce off her chin. He expected her to gag or to struggle, and if she did he’d stop, but she only ate it up. If anything, she was getting off on the rough work as much as he was. Her hands now free of needing to control herself, both were now busy working at her folds, her shorts being undone and yanked down for easier access. From Applebloom’s lustful and dizzied perspective, all there was to focus on was Thunderlane’s rock hard dick plunging into her throat and the stallion himself. She couldn’t look up too far, but there was plenty to enjoy from the middle down. Being a Wonderbolt, even just in the reserve, demanded a pony to be in peak physical condition. With a firm four pack of abs, a lean but muscled torso, powerful legs, and clearly strong arms, Thunderlane definitely fit the bill. Adding in the extra plus of how well-endowed he was, Applebloom drooled even more, giving off wet sounds as his cock thrust in and out of her mouth. Her fingers were quick to work at her heated marehood, three fingers already deep and adding fuel to her burning fire. He started to work himself into a real rut as time pressed on, the steady hip thrusts becoming quicker as her nimble tongue and tantalizing lips continued to please his cock. She was taking him better than mares in the past had, many needing to use other means to get him off. Applebloom was soaring ahead of them, taking everything he had with gusto. The mixed sounds of their groans and the wet connection of his groin to her muzzle only made the hot air of the barn sizzle around them more. It could only last for so long, as hard as Thunderlane tried to hold off. She was making it too pleasurable, the lustful expression as she looked up at him selling off the final bit of willpower he had to resist. With a bellowing yell, he pressed Applebloom’s face into his groin and held onto there tight as his cock swelled and fired off into her stomach with heavy bursts of seed. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d had a mare, the memory a blurred vision from weeks ago compared to the beauty in his lap. Her red locks were half gripped in his fingers, the rest splayed out against his groin and thighs as she drank up his cum in hefty gulps. Again, he expected her to splutter, to choke, anything at all. But only the clap of her hands around his bare back end, fingernails pressing into his cheeks, came instead. She didn’t let loose one drop or even try to get him to let go, instead holding on as tight as he was and continuing to swallow around his throbbing cock. It was an amazing sensation that surrounded his dick, and it only faded when his pulsing dick finally eased up and he withdrew from her maw, a dash of white on her lips the only hint of his essence on her. Well, that and her now thoroughly ruffled mane. “Gotta admit; I expected you to struggle there. Most mares do.” He told her as she wiped at her muzzle with the back of her hand. “I ain’t most mares.” Applebloom replied, breathing in deeply as her airway was now unplugged from his dick. “And I know y’all ain’t a one and done chump, now are ya?” “Just need a minute or two and I’ll be right back in it.” Thunderlane said as his semi-hard cock gave a twitch. “Think you might need some water for how thirsty you are?” The dark stallion got maybe one or two chuckles out before the world suddenly turned backwards, finding himself on the ground after a well-placed pull and jerk by the shortstack mare. The momentary dizziness cleared before his vision darkened, and he looked up to find Applebloom standing overtop his chest and head. She was naked as a jaybird, and she was entirely on display from his new vantage. Those thick thighs were delightfully big, bigger than his head if he had to guess. But they wound up leading to a wide, bouncy looking rump that shook as she waved her tail above his head. The youngest Apple’s bare and clean marehood was soaked with her juices, and he could even see a trail making its way over her skin to work a winding path down said thigh. “Oh, you think I’m thirsty? Think I can’t see how much you like this backside of mine?” Applebloom brought a hand back and bounced it off her right cheek, the effort making both it and her left rock a bit before settling. “But don’t worry; I’m gonna give you a good and up close chance to enjoy it.” “Ok, just give me-” he tried to speak, but it was quickly and effectively lost from the impact of Applebloom’s rump landing around his head. The sensation wasn’t one he was entirely prepared for, but being trapped between loose hay on the floor and one of the biggest asses he’d ever tried to lay tended to do that. His muzzle was entirely buried beneath her, pressed up against her butt cheek as she wiggled atop him. He could hear her laughing impishly at his state while she continued to toy with him, but it wasn’t a painful experience. If anything, Thunderlane found the sensation of her soft and warm rump surrounding him inviting. “That’s more like it!” Applebloom declared as both hands came up to clap onto both cheeks, gripping as much as he could get before groping and rubbing to his contentment. For Applebloom’s behalf, it was a pleasing sensation and one she didn’t get to indulge in too often herself. Some stallions were intimidated from the position Thunderlane was in, but he was taking to it like she hoped he would. The playful nips and licks of his tongue as he worshipped her rear made the mare all the more excited, playfully bouncing her rear on his head but careful enough to not hurt him. A jolt of pleasure hit her a few seconds later, as a wet and long something poked at her marehood. “Ooh! Right there, hun!” She beckoned, scooting back a little more to give him better access. She was rewarded with a sudden deep plunge of his tongue into her nethers, his appendage easily parting her folds and pushing in to dive right into her pussy. She knew she was soaked through after his rough treatment earlier, but she was enjoying this with him. From the way his cock was now throbbing and pointing back and up towards her, she reckoned he was too. Thunderlane’s hands found other ways to explore pleasure with such a gifted backside. While his tongue worked at her pussy, they would play around by squeezing and pressing the cheeks together around him, the aromatic scent of her sweat and the fragrance of apples (because what else could an Apple pony smell like?) washing over him. Even if his breathing was strained in such a position, it only got him all the more yearning for her. One of his hands reared back and slapped her left cheek, earning a surprised yelp from the mare. But from the way she seemed to clench up from the impact, he knew she enjoyed it. So every few seconds, he’d add another, and another, soon leaving a reddened mark on Applebloom’s rump that was making her give out louder moans. “Oh, c’mon! C’mon!” She beckoned, riding Thunderlane’s muzzle as his tongue corkscrewed and bobbed and weaved in all manners of ways to stimulate her cunt. She was too worked up to last much longer herself. The spanking only fired her up more, the tingle of the sting tugging at the back of her head. She bit her lip hard and could feel her body tightening up as she neared orgasm. It was so close, close enough that every brush of Thunderlane’s tongue that got close to her clit was making her gasp for air. If he’d just get...a little more...a little more! She was snatched from the encroaching explosion of ecstasy when Thunderlane suddenly hoisted her up and onto her side, the change-up catching her completely off guard. The surprise was enough that she barely comprehended him lining up behind her as his arm wrapped around one of her thighs and hoisted the leg up. “Y-you varmint, what’re you-OHFUCK!” She exclaimed as she was suddenly made to experience the first rough thrust of the stallion’s thick cock penetrating her pussy. The impending explosion went off in her mind with the force of a freight train hitting her, robbing her of the ability to speak beyond screaming in delight as Thunderlane filled her to the brim and then some. “You’re just as tight as I thought you’d be, but damn!” The Wonderbolt exclaimed before pulling back, meeting resistance as her body tried to hold onto him, her pussy gripping at every inch of him she could get ahold of. He was stronger than her, though, and pulled back enough to get almost every inch out before doing another hard slam into her. It snapped her out of her mental fog and back into the moment as he claimed her from behind, his grip keeping her in place while he drove his cock into her fast and hard. “Thunder...Thunderlane! You damned. Oh! Don’t you fucking stop!” Applebloom cursed as he ravaged her. It was the rough kind of sex she’d been yearning for, all delivered by the ripped stud who’d just crashed into her world not but a day ago. His cock spread her marehood good and wide, yet she could feel every bit of movement he made thanks to how snug he still was inside of her. His dick was reaching far enough that she swore she could almost feel it in her belly, but she was too lost in the pleasure of his efforts to try and look. For Thunderlane’s behalf, he was loving every second of how Applebloom’s nethers felt around his cock. It was like she was a perfect fit for his tastes, and better still, she was still wanting him to be rough. He could cut loose and really go to town on her, using his position to hump harder and thrust deeper into her bouncing form. The shortstack was taking everything he had and then some, making him work up a sweat strong enough to make his fur shine in the sunlight peeking through the windows. He looked down at her and saw the flushed color of her cheeks match her mane, and listened to her cries to him. He gave her the good and hard rutting she deserved, working out weeks of lonely nights and hard laborious days all into rapid, powerful thrusts. The thick black pillar that was his cock was a blur of motion, his balls bouncing from his efforts almost as much as Applebloom’s whole body was. He could watch it as the impact he made with each thrust made her body react: first the slightly pudgy middle, then her delightful bosom, and then her ecstatic face as he renewed the cycle again and again. She tightened around him again and he felt her juices soak his thighs in her marecum, another orgasm having been barreled right through. Sweat continued to pour off them both as they pressed on, and Applebloom’s body almost went limp as Thunderlane never seemed to cease. Only when she felt him start to swell inside her did she gain some semblance of thought, craning her head back and tilting at an odd angle to kiss him on the lips. The sudden passion did nothing to slow Thunderlane in the slightest, only kissing her back with a hunger that had her shivering. Those shivers gave way to a body-length sense of ecstasy emanating from her core as his cum came flooding out again, pouring into her cunt and smearing every inch of her depths with his seed. She expected it to be less, and yet, it just poured on and on. A moan from her and a shift in grip made her loosen around him, enough that the excess of his orgasm could splurt out from her stuffed cunt and out onto the barn floor. The white seed was hot and viscous, pooling inside Applebloom and making her light-headed. “Ooh wee...that...that’s one heck of a buckin’.” Applebloom remarked as Thunderlane rested alongside her. His breaths ghosted the back of her neck while they laid there. She could feel him throbbing inside still, the stamina he possessed an admirable trait. “Caught me off guard.” “I like to surprise.” Thunderlane said. He was only a little out of breath, something Applebloom noticed. She couldn’t help a grin to cross her lips, something Thunderlane caught onto after a few breaths. “What?” “Nothin’. Just wonderin’ how much gas is in the tank. Or if lil ol’ me wore you out already.” She said. He twitched again inside her depths, and she held back - if just barely - a whimper from how it flexed against her depths. “Wore out? Me? I’m not done yet.” He told her. “I bet you can’t even stand up.” “Says the mare clinging to me like a wet leaf in the rain.” “Hey, if you can’t get up again, I’ll understand. I take a lot out of a stallion. I’m tough to handle.” His voice dropped a level, the husky tone making Applebloom’s spine tingle. “You talk a lot of hot air for somepony screaming not three minutes ago.” “If y’all wanna make me stop talkin’, then get to makin’ me.” Maybe it was how she goaded him on, or maybe it was the pheromones in the air. Maybe it was the sticky feeling stuck between his groin and her rear end pressed up against him. Maybe it was that flushed expression staring up at Thunderlane, her bright eyes challenging him better than any Wonderbolt whistle had done. Whichever one it was, it was enough to snap him into action. Thunderlane gave a growl and in an impressive display, hoisted both himself and Applebloom up to a standing state. Well, he was left standing, as Applebloom was left hanging in the air by one arm around her middle. She flailed for a moment out of surprise before finding balance restored in how Thunderlane’s arms came down and hooked themselves under her thighs, hoisting her legs up high and spreading them wide enough that her cum-dripping entrance was fully on display. Only then did Applebloom realize the odd sensation she was trying to place was the missing feeling of Thunderlane’s cock inside her. Something he aimed to remedy, if the throbbing manhood arching up against her marehood was any indicator. “H-hey, you can go easy! You don’t gotta be hard!” She exclaimed, eying the cum and mare juice slicked tool before her. “Only one speed on this ride,” Thunderlane told her, “and you’re getting it full throttle!” A forceful grunt was all he gave before he brought her down onto his cock again, impaling the shortstack Apple with a squeal all she could offer. The new position made everything hit differently, and Applebloom felt it as she sank lower and lower onto his cock. The grip he had with the full nelson position she was experiencing made her entirely submit to his actions, and moreso, made her feel every inch of his dick in a fantastic new way. By the time she was fully hilted onto him, she could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock and realized it was making a bulge against her front as well. She couldn’t help but moan as Thunderlane started to work her up and down, bouncing her ass against his groin. Words tried to come out of her mouth, but all she could manage were pleasure-laden whimpers and gasps of delight. It was like her whole body was on fire, the heat concentrated most in her core. Her juices kept him plenty lubricated, letting him maintain his roughness as his cock thrust in and out of her stretched pussy. The fact that she was entirely stuck in his grip only heightened Applebloom’s pleasure, being turned into his personal fucktoy as he growled and grunted behind her. Her head could only loll back and rest against the firm muscle of his chest, able to feel even the sweat on his fur as she rode out his lust. For Thunderlane, it was a drive of both male pride and lust that was gunning his engines. He’d known Applebloom’s words were just for riling him up, and he was more fired up than he’d been in months. Just getting to hear the shortstack wail and moan his name - even if it was half syllables - encouraged him to keep it up. His back ached, as did his legs and arms, but he ignored the difficulty in favor of the pleasure. His balls bounced in a tandem rhythm with his thrusting, swollen with plenty more seed to give the beauty in his grasp. He couldn’t get enough of her tight marehood clenching around him and milking his cock for more of his seed. Was she on a safe day? Did he even care? When she tightened even more and convulsed in his grasp, signifying another orgasm, he chose to believe he didn’t. “Gonna. Fill. You. Right. The. Buck. Up!” He growled out between thrusts. Applebloom couldn’t give anything but a weak groan in reply, her flushed face and distant looking eyes showing she was on a far away plateau of ecstasy. Thunderlane’s wings started to flap as his thrusts got rougher, arching his back a little to get a better angle on the mare in his hold. It was enough to bring her back as his cock rubbed against areas it had yet to touch, making her whip her head about, the twin tails flailing against his chest and neck. “Fuck, you big dicked stud, fuck me!” “What do you think. I’m. Doing?!” He bellowed back. “Please cum! Cum inside!” Hearing her beg for him to do it was pushing him to an end he knew was coming. His lungs were burning, and he was all too ready for a finish. The dilemma of where to finish was already solved, so he threw away the idea of caution and just bucked his hips as quick as he could, jackhammering into Applebloom and making her nearly scream into another climax. The added pressure surrounding his dick made him give in, a loud groan coming from the stallion as another heavy flood of seed splashed out from his cock to surge into her pussy. What neither had thought much about in this case was that Thunderlane’s size made Applebloom’s nethers be so filled that his cum had nowhere else to go. So as a result, while he continued to fill her with his seed, her stomach began to swell. It wasn’t a massive growth, but a close observer could tell that there was more pudge to Applebloom’s waist than before. The filled mare could only groan in a mixed sensation of delight and pleasurable warmth before both her world and Thunderlane’s came down to fall onto the hay together. Thunderlane had the sense of mind to keep Applebloom from falling off of him, sparing him a nasty injury in the groin and the pleasure stricken mare a further bruised backside. It took only a moment to have the thought to pull out, tugging down and feeling Applebloom’s seed-coated nethers still try to pull him back in before finally relenting. The deluge of his seed poured out once he stopped plugging her full, leaving a waterfall of white to cascade down her thighs and onto the hay as they got their breaths back. “So...I reckon that squares us even.” He finally got out. “I reckon so.” Applebloom agreed, still resting against him. She opened her eyes, a dazed but delighted stare looking up at Thunderlane’s sweaty yet content expression. “You reckon you’d be up for some more tomorrow?” “Do I have to crash through the roof again?” “Nah. Just come knocking on the front door, before I let you try the back door.” The innuendo didn’t fly over Thunderlane’s head, but he was too weary to give it much of a reply. Instead, he was content to bask in the summertime glow of the afternoon sun, enjoying the warm body of Applebloom curled up alongside him. Or at least he did until the front barn door slammed open. “Yo Bloom! What’s all the racket coming from...in...here.” Scootaloo’s voice tapered off as both Thunderlane and Applebloom gave her a look in unison. As the pegasus took in the sight of both of their cum covered nethers and nude forms, her face began to take on a deeper red than Applebloom’s own mane before she fell back and fainted. “Whoops.”